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Change crashes down |
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Around my family of the mountains |
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Newer ways have come |
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People talk about things they could never know |
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And as the old ones look around |
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At what's been left for them they see |
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The land they gently touched |
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It's tethered now to the rich man's misery |
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Let them be, you see they're running scared |
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Let them be, now you've taken what they shared |
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Their lives have been broken enough and cannot be repaired |
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Prosperity has come |
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But not for my family of the mountains |
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The quiet and gentle ones |
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They had no ambition fired by greed |
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And as the old ones look around |
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At what's been left for them they see |
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The land they gently touched |
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It's tethered now to the rich man's misery |
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Let them be, you see they're running scared |
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Let them be, now you've taken what they shared |
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Their lives have been broken enough and cannot be repaired |
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Time passes on |
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And so does my family of the mountains |
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The older ways have gone |
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People search for a past that was always there |
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And as the old ones look around |
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At what's been left for them they see |
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The land they gently touched |
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It's tethered now to the rich man's misery |
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Let them be, you see they're running scared |
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Let them be, now you've taken what they shared |
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Their lives have been broken enough and cannot be repaired |